Adrift in a rowboat on a cruel sea. Dumped on a deserted island. Isolated on the far side of the moon. Two amateur caregivers with our 84-year-old father, struggling to keep him from hurting us and himself. Out of people's sight, out of people's minds. That's how it felt, at first. Vascular dementia exacerbated by… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 11: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.
Across the room, up high and gazing down at us like an animal in headlights, stood our bewildered father, the ball of one foot balanced on an arm of the sofa, the other foot stretched out into empty air. I'm a big girl with an ample "caboose", so I don't run. Anywhere. But I'm here… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 10: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.